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A Damon/Bella centric chapter with a Edward/Stefan citrus scene at the end.

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Izzie

DarkSupernaturalAngel yeppers, Bella and Tatia were good friends.

I will be updating another story tonight. Not sure which one yet. But if you like the Edward/Stefan scene, I can write the full unrated version of it for you. Bwahaha!

Ten

A Pleasant Talk

"Hello Damon,"

The vampire didn't look up from his glass of scotch at the accent voice. He just down the drink and asked for another shot. But that didn't stop her from taking a seat next to him. She made herself cozy and ordered a glass of white wine, the oldest they had. The barkeep was usurious, but with a flash of fake I.D., she was handed the drink.

After her first sip, her ran her tongue along her lips, savoring the taste. She smiled fondly, "1851," she muttered softly. "Not the oldest, but its quite old and still good." Pausing, she looked over at Damon, who was staring once again into his glass of amber liquor. She decided she'd take a jab at where this was going. "I take it your current depression has to do with a certain brunette I want to murder?"

His deep growl was her confirmation.

"Oh don't be a wuss-puss," Bella chimed and took another sip of her choice of poison. "You're the one who didn't listen to Edward's words. You've reaped what you've sown Damon Salvatore. Not only with Elena, but with Bonnie as well."

Damon could still feel the aches of pain from Kol's not one, but several, swings to the face and other body parts from his baseball bat. Granted he got to stake him, but other than that, Kol pretty much kicked his ass. And over Bonnie of all people. Well Finn too, but that was because he couldn't take the aluminum bat to Elena's annoying little face. Had Bella not said it was enough, he probably would still be getting his ass handed to him. Or dead.

"Your brother is going to get what's coming to him," Damon muttered darkly into his glass.

"And it speaks," Bella chimed and ended off her wine. "And like I said, you have reaped what you have sown. Elena had no love for you. She was using you to make Stefan jealous. And those efforts were useless since Stefan is so deeply in love with Edward it's almost as teeth rotting cute as Mike and Jake's relationship. As for you, your relationship with Elena started to annoy Stefan. Now you've confused love with boredom and fell for a woman with the same face and persona as the former woman who destroyed your relationship with your brother," she paused and looked at him before continuing.

"However, with Katerina, it was real love. You wanted her back because you thought you two were written in the stars. I can understand that," Bella spoke and ordered a glass of brandy. "I would have done the same. However, after almost three hundred years, I can tell you this Damon, you can only love a person for so long."

"Talking from experience?"

"I lost the man I loved to Niklaus's jealousy." Bella said, downing the drink. "He didn't like how i had to share my affection with another man. However, I can not blame him."

"Really?" Damon inclined, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "And how is that?"

"I used to be jealous of Nik's love for Tatia. Of how they would stop whatever they were doing to go off and be with each other. I used to do the same thing with Alexander. But now, after doing thinking, I've come to understand that we were on the same page. However, while I can move on from the pain, Niklaus cannot. Tatia was his soul mate, and watching him like this is breaking my heart."

"You mean as a crazed, sociopath who thinks he can have a family when he's the one hate the most?" Damon deadpanned.

Bella just looked at him.

"What, can't take the truth?" Damon grinned.

"You shouldn't be talking," Bella smirked. "You refused to believe me when I told you that Victoria was your mate."

"You wouldn't know what mates are," Damon growled.

Bella tightened her grip on her glass, almost shattering it. "I've surpassed you in years boy," she spat and gave a very frosty glare. "Don't cross me. You've already suffered from Rebekah and Kol. Not to mention Elijah and Klaus."

"And what are you going to do? Tie me up with vervain and cut me till I bleed?"

"Not a bad idea," Bella shrugged. "But it's elementary level. Rebekah's torture was somewhat like a middle school level. Elijah was just beating your ass to prove a point. Nik wasn't even caring when he attacked you. And Kol, well you pissed him off but he had given a vow to Bonnie not to kill you. However love can make you go into a blind rage. I wouldn't have been surprised if he killed you for causing much pain to Bonnie's life."

He opened his mouth to say it for Elena but she just shook her head. She knew that. She had always known that and wasn't up for a repeat for the eight thousandth time. Instead he pondered on her words. How she could torture him?

"So your torture methods?" he quizzed.

"I have patience," she said calmly and flagged down the barkeep for another glass of brandy. Once her drink was placed in front of her, she took all on one sip and asked for another. Turning to Damon, Bella continued. "I can torture you for fifty years with just starving you alone. A vampire starts to loose it after ten years of thirst and once year thirty hits, they are feral and a void humanity. However, that alone is just the tip of the ice berg with me. I can do all the things my family has done and multiply it by ten thousand easy."

Well that was good to know, Damon thought sourly. "Well we've obviously been having a good chat, but I've got to go. I've got a brother to tend to and make sure he isn't having sex with his boyfriend in my house. Or worse, my room."

He arose from the bar, slapped a fifty dollar bill on the table and walked off. Bella sighed, paying for her drinks as well and followed him outside. Damon paused and turned to her. The girl - Was she a girl? Could he even refer to her as such since she was centuries older than him? - looked at him with a light smile.

"I have more question for you."

He just stared at her. "And it would be?"

"When you kissed Victoria, what did you feel?"

His eyes widened. How did she know about that? Who was he kidding? Victoria had been with the petite brunette the moment she introduced them at the Mikaelsen ball. So it wouldn't be a surprise if the redhead told her of their kiss. He thought back to it. Thought back to how it was like he was finally able to feel light and free, yet bound to only Victoria in that one moment. And he had wanted more of it. More moments to share with her.

It was like all the things he felt for Katherine when he was human. He had felt the urge to protect her, to want to rip apart anyone who hurt her. And all of that was directed towards Victoria. When Elena had kissed him, it hadn't been as he had hoped it would be. It wasn't what it was with Victoria. With Victoria, it was massive, powerful and worth every second. With Elena, it was just expected him. Granted she caught him off guard, but it wasn't what he wanted.

And then the little brat had to go and say she wouldn't be with him because she wasn't sure.

"Damon," Bella called and he blinked. She smiled warmly. "You don't have to tell me. Your silence answered my question."

"You knew," Damon muttered in realization. "You knew from the start that I was thinking of my kiss with Victoria."

The Original just smiled.

"I've always had a talent for noticing relationships. My mom had not been happy with my father, despite their many years of marriage. She denied herself true happiness and I plan on setting things straight with her once and for all. The same with my family. You may have helped tear it apart Damon but I will lay a hand to you. So long as you don't get on my bad side again," she smiled sweetly. "Meaning don't harm anyone in my family, including Bonnie, Matt, Tyler and Caroline. And especially Aidan. I'll castrate you with a dull spoon if you lay a hand on my siren. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Damon gulped. "What about Edward?"

"Oh you'll have Stefan to deal with. And you've dealt with him before haven't you? The Lexi incident?"

Damon winched. "I'll stay out of this."

"Good, Victoria deserves to have the right man in her life. But be gentle with her. Despite her front, she's very fragile from years of mental abuse." Bella warned and smiled warmly. "Good night Mr. Salvatore."

Damon nodded and watched as she disappeared into the night. He turned and made his way towards home. When he got there, he found Stefan asleep with his head on Edward's lap. The boy with penny-colored hair was humming softly to some song. It sounded like something from a musical. He wasn't sure what it was. But the mind reader looked up and nodded as a welcoming. Damon suddenly wanted to try something.

Can you hear this?

Rolling his eyes, Edward nodded.

Do you have, or at least know, a way to reach Victoria?

Grinning, Edward reached for his phone on the stand next to the couch and tossed to Damon. He opened his mouth, his low so not wake up Stefan. "Contacts, under Denali V. She'll answer. Transfer it to your phone when you're done, okay?"

"Got it," Damon replied in a low voice and thanked him mentally before walking towards his room. Edward went back to humming and playing with his boyfriend's hair. Stefan stirred for a moment and Edward froze mid stroke. The Ripper groaned softly and his eyes fluttered open. He looked around, still dazed from sleep and found his boyfriend grinning down at him.

"Sleep well?" Edward teased.

"It was nice," Stefan returned. He leaned in, planting a kiss on his lips. He grinned when he pulled away, noticing Edward's bright red complexion. He pushed the younger vampire down onto the couch, straddling him. "Now what am I going to do with you?"

"Let me go? Damon just got back."

Stefan shrugged, his lips set in a wolfish grin. He was undressing his little musician with his eyes. He leaned in, rocking his hips and getting a light gasp out of Edward. "And I care? He's has sexy plenty of times while I was here. Besides," he paused and slid a hand under Edward's shirt. "You still owe me for teasing the first day you got here."

"Can't let that one go huh?" Edward teased. He reached up, carding his hand through Stefan's hair and rolled his hips into Stefan's for payback. Distracted by this, Edward flipped his boyfriend over so he was grinning down at him. He ran his slender fingers along Stefan's collar bone and leaned so their lips were almost touching. "Well then I'd better make up for lost time, Stef. You always were impatience when it came to me retuning the favor."

God he was using the voice. If there was one thing that drove Stefan about Edward, it was his sex voice. If he didn't know any better, he's suspect that Edward was an incubus in another life. He remembered when the boy basically needed sex to survive just a day with him.

"Ste-fa-n," Edward purred, saying each syllable of his name while rocking his hips against him. "I'm going to make you beg for me."

"Little minx."

"You've got come up with a better comeback line," Edward giggled and leaned down, kissing him. His fingers trailed along the buttons of Stefan's shirt and slipped out of its context. Followed by another and another, before he got to the last one. Trailing kisses down the Ripper's neck, Edward ran his tongue along the skin of Stefan's chest. A low moan was his reward. Edward pouted softly. That wouldn't do.

Curling his fingers around the material, the pianist pulled hard, enjoying the sound of fabric ripping apart. He threw the material towards the fire place and licked his lips in approval. Stefan had been working out. Tracing his abs with his finger, Edward continued with his tongue, twirling around one of Stefan's nipples before biting down hard. Stefan hissed in pleasure.

"You're teasing,"

"I know," Edward grinned. He moved to the other nipple and sucked at it. Through Stefan's moans, he could hear something else. With a mischievous grin, he pulled away and pulled off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He grabbed Stefan's hands and moved them towards his pants. Stefan acted without an explanation. Gasping when he felt Stefan flip him over and start sucking at his hip bone, Edward arched his back, "Stefan," he moaned out.

Loud and needy.

It caused Stefan to growl before he bit into the tender flesh area. Edward's eyes, which had been closed as his boyfriend continued his ministrations, flew open and he grabbed hold of Stefan's hair. "Oh god," he purred in arousal.

His eyes were trained on the shocked face of Elena Gilbert. Her mouth was open, and she looked like she had just walked in on her brother watching a porn for the first time. He smirked and tugged on Stefan's hair.

"Oh my god," she whispered. Stefan stopped drinking away the blood from the bite and looked up to see Elena. He turned back to Edward, who was smiling. It was the kind of smile he would normally see on Katherine's face when she had driven her point across. His lips were let back in a smirk, his green eyes dancing with confidence, mischief and possession. Stefan was just staring at his lips, at the bruised, crimson red tint they were. And it make him want the musician more.

"Shocked Gilbert?" Edward said and removed himself from Stefan and the couch. He walked over to the doppelganger, ignoring the blood staining his jeans as the wound healed. He cupped her cheek tenderly, like a lover would and then tightened it like a cobra would around its prey. His eyes were dancing with anger. "He doesn't belong to you, you stupid little attention whore. He's his own person. You didn't seem to want him when you were shoving your tongue down Damon's throat, not once but three times."

"How did you..."

"I read minds. Now listen to me and listen well," he paused and dug his blunt nails into her skin. "He may be his own person, but I'm the one he's with. He's much more himself when he's with me. And judging by your sad track of road you call memory lane, you don't really seem to be too worried about his affections. You just want his attention. Yet you get angry and jealous when he pays more attention to others, like Caroline or Bonnie. Even his own brother, who you're so damn confused about you seem to forget that he's caused more harm than good in your life."

"Stefan loves me,"

"Then why is he with me?" Edward questioned, tilting his head to the side.

"You're on the Originals side! You could have had one of them compel him!"

"That's bullshit," Stefan growled out, speaking up for the first time since she walked into the room. "Edward and I have had a relationship longer than you and I ever did Elena. I love him, I have for a hundred and ten years. I was with you because I felt guilty for what I caused to happen with Katherine. And while there were feelings there, Edward was always the one I wanted. But I thought he was dead and I tried to move on, but I couldn't. Until he came back into my life."

Edward's calculating expression softened for only a moment but he quickly applied it once more. "You think everyone is going to back you up while you do nothing for them in return? What can you do but whine, complain and false judge people? You're a scared little girl who wants attention but is afraid of giving it to someone else when they need it. Do us all a favor Elena, and face the facts. No one wants you."

"You're lying."

Edward growled and shoved her back. "Get the hell out here now. I'm not allowed to kill you but I am not going to cause any harm to your stupid body either. You're needed for something important and if i harm one little hair on your ugly head, Isabella with not be happy with me."

"I'm not leaving!"

Stefan watched as something finally snapped inside Edward. He surged forward, grabbing Elena by her hair and dragged her by it through the hallway. Her screaming caused Damon to come downstairs. The doppelganger called out for him, asking for his help. But the older Salvatore turned to Stefan and tossed him Edward's phone before walking back upstairs. Once he was at the door, Edward brought her to her full height, looking into his eyes.

"You're going to not come here again. If you lay one hand on Stefan, try to talk to him in the hallways or even think about him, I will throw any vows I have taken to Bella and torture you until you beg for your life. And even then, I won't kill you. I will make you cry tears of blood and snap your bones until they are nothing but dust mixing in with your blood. Do you understand you little whore?" he growled out.

Elena nodded in fear and he threw open the door and sent her to the ground by her hair. He watched as she got up and ran towards her car, started the transportation machine and sped off into the night. The mind reader slammed the door shut and turned, leaning against it. He took a deep breath and pushed off, meeting the unreadable gaze, and mind, of his boyfriend.

"You knew she was coming,"

"Yes, I wanted her to see that you were mine," Edward growled, his expression feral. "And mine alone. If that little blood bag tries something I am going to rip her in two."

"You're angry."

"Very," Edward smirked and blurred towards him, sending Stefan to the ground and bit hard at his bottom lip, sucking away the blood. He looked right into Stefan's and rocked his hips. "If I remember, our angry sex sessions were the most mind blowing."

Stefan grinned and flipped their positions, "I love it when you're angry. You're so much more sexual."

"If you don't stop talking, Salvatore, you'll be getting a repeat of not fucking me for a hundred and ten years."

Stefan went to work, not wanting to have to go through that again. One century and a decade was enough.